"sunrisen" poems - Hello Poetry

Promise is the hue of dawn nothing forgotten nothing forgone Unfootprinted sand unveiled—unashamed dusk’s child born of nocturnal tide’s wane Sunrisen first breaths from the safe womb of pale moon plucked from paired lovebirds’ earliest tune Yet no blossom takes bloom knowing how sweet nectar can turn facing a blushing sun’s heat. Bound to a timeworn past— each day born anew Mother Night slips soothing sighs Soft breath of light upon This-- and all morning dew. Let smiles wedge between sleepy red cheeks while sunlight braids between lullaby lashes know that fire of life is unguarded to seize or to fade, longing in a Sun's jaded ashes.

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Dec 10, 2012

Dec 10, 2012 at 8:46 AM UTC

hannah-dierling

Carpe Diem

Promise is the hue of dawn nothing forgotten nothing forgone Unfootprinted sand unveiled—unashamed dusk’s child born of nocturnal tide’s wane Sunrisen first breaths from the safe womb of pale moon plucked from paired lovebirds’ earliest tune Yet no blossom takes bloom knowing how sweet nectar can turn facing a blushing sun’s heat. Bound to a timeworn past— each day born anew Mother Night slips soothing sighs Soft breath of light upon This-- and all morning dew. Let smiles wedge between sleepy red cheeks while sunlight braids between lullaby lashes know that fire of life is unguarded to seize or to fade, longing in a Sun's jaded ashes.

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This night has fallen so must I into the sleep so dear only the the singing birds slinging their melodies hear the last dying crickets in the gray glow of the first hint of the sunrisen day. Catlike and furtive, creeping toward the last of this or that odd prey, these words unwind till the thread runs out. All heart within but stark without.

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Jul 20, 2014

Jul 20, 2014 at 2:37 AM UTC

elizabeth-kelly

The first of many and the last of few

This night has fallen so must I into the sleep so dear only the the singing birds slinging their melodies hear the last dying crickets in the gray glow of the first hint of the sunrisen day. Catlike and furtive, creeping toward the last of this or that odd prey, these words unwind till the thread runs out. All heart within but stark without.

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I tried in the murky twilight of Wednesday to face it. In the inky dusk of that far-flung moor, I tried and failed to face it. That next dawn sang of ochre and orange dewdrops And promises that were never kept, And I bit my tongue and promised myself That by the sunrisen noon This would all be gone. Night fell down Over the blackened hillside, And all was clearer. Those stolen cigarettes We held between our teeth Shone new from out of our minds As if those embers knew all of our secrets. And on that gold-drenched dawn, We lay dizzy on railroad tracks Triumphant in our drunken wanderings And exalting clean syringes up to heaven. And in the evening of yesterday, We burned our throats raw With the amber mornings of today.

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Apr 14, 2015

Apr 14, 2015 at 7:17 PM UTC

gracen

Untitled

I tried in the murky twilight of Wednesday to face it. In the inky dusk of that far-flung moor, I tried and failed to face it. That next dawn sang of ochre and orange dewdrops And promises that were never kept, And I bit my tongue and promised myself That by the sunrisen noon This would all be gone. Night fell down Over the blackened hillside, And all was clearer. Those stolen cigarettes We held between our teeth Shone new from out of our minds As if those embers knew all of our secrets. And on that gold-drenched dawn, We lay dizzy on railroad tracks Triumphant in our drunken wanderings And exalting clean syringes up to heaven. And in the evening of yesterday, We burned our throats raw With the amber mornings of today.

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